Dear Tummy,
Stop rumbling. No! I just fed you. And besides, what has gotten into you, lately? (Besides the Snickers bar on Friday, the Baby Ruth on Saturday and the birthday cake on Sunday) You look like you're carrying around a large cantaloupe! I hereby order you to get in shape. There will be no carbs for you until I see some shrinkage! (Pizza doesn't count, does it?)
Gastronomically yours,
Mrs. Sister (aka fatty, fatty 2x4)
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Dear Christmas Decor,
Don't you think it's about time to put yourself away? I mean, seriously. Maybe I can enlist some house elves to help you out.
Slacking off,
Mrs. Sister (aka Scrooge)
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Dear Laundry,
Same to you, buddy!
Lazily yours,
Mrs. Sister (aka the maid)
